Changing seasons

pt.2: i think i found my inspiration.

i pulled into a local park and exited my car. i decided to come here since the colors in the park are beautiful this time of year and make for good scenery to draw. i began to walk to my regular bench and noticed someone sitting in it. well shit. i've never seen him around here so i assumed he's new to town. i know almost everyone in town and i've certainly never seen him before. but im stubborn, and that was my bench. nobody sits in it, except for me of course.

as i approached him, i intended to just sit down. sure there were other benches around us, but this particular one was mine. if he didn't like me here, he could leave. he looked up and gave me a small smile. fuck. he's cute. (oh yeah, did i mention i was extremely gay?) this distracted me a great deal and i forgot everything i was about to do. i stood standing in front of him like an idiot. just sit down gerard. you look like a dumb ass! my brain told me. while i was standing there in a state of pure dumb ass-ary, the guy thankfully noticed my intentions as i stared at the bench and back at him.

"oh! i'm sorry, here."

he said, and made room on the bench for me to sit. this surprised me, as i thought he would get up and leave. cuz i mean, who would want to sit next to me?

i felt my cheeks heat up and took a seat next to him as i murmured a "thanks" in response. i now felt anxious for some reason. maybe it was the fact that i've never really shared my bench with anyone else. i mean, sometimes old miss thompson will have a nice sit down with me and she will tell me stories from her wild teenage years, but that was the extent of my social interactions at my bench.

silence filled the air as i grabbed my sketch book from my bag and lit a cigarette. i hope he didn't mind me smoking. even if he did though, i wouldn't stop. he could leave. after all, he's the one who chose to sit at my bench. even if he didn't know it was mine. but a part of me didn't want him to leave. which was weird considering i wasn't all that fond of people sitting here. well except miss thompson of course, she's awesome.

but in my defense he's really cute. and i mean like, super cute.

as i went to take a drag of my cigarette, i noticed him glance in my direction. or more specifically, at my cigarette. i've seen that look before many times from my brother mikey whenever he came over to visit and forgot his pack. i noticed him still starring and made an offering gesture with my cig. i know the feeling when you really just need a smoke, so i wasn't going to be stingy here.

he nodded gratefully and smiled at me. i went to reach in my bag for my pack, but to my surprise, he had taken my offer very literal and grabbed my freshly lit one out from my hand and took a drag. i looked up at him with a look of slight shock and anger. i didn't appreciate this and he could tell. but when i didn't respond, he flashed me a coy smile and said a simple "thanks".

i let out a huff and proceeded to light another cigarette. this guy may have a nice face, but he was slowly beginning to test my patience. i flipped open my sketch book and began to scan for anything interesting to draw. my scanning was interupted though by the guy next to me.

"nice day isn't it?"

he asked. i turned my gaze to him and responded with a simple "yeah." the day was really nice now that thought about it. it was warm for autumn, and the sun coming through the colorful trees looked rather nice.

this began to inspire me and i started to sketch my surroundings. as i was deep

in concentration, i was interrupted again.

"i'm frank by the way, nice to meet you"

the man now known as frank, said as he extended a hand. i noticed he had his knuckles tattooed as he reached out. i didn't get to see it long, but it was letters that spelt out something if you put them together.

"i'm gerard, nice to meet you as well"

i had to set my pencil down in order to shake his hand properly. he had a nice gentle handshake, but it was also firm enough to not be percieved as week. it was perfect. though i'm sure mine felt like a jellyfish.

i went to start drawing again when he asked

"so whatcha drawing?"

he glanced over my shoulder to take a peek at my sketch book, but i quickly turned it away from him. i was very specific about who saw my art before it was done. i've only let mikey see things i was working so i could get his opinion on it, so i wasn't about to let someone i barely just met see it.

"uhm just some things."

i said. i was worried i had offended him by not letting see it, but he simply said

"cool"

and turned back to smoking his, or should i say my cigarette.

"so you live around here?" he asked.

"yeah, i live not to far from here. how about you? i don't think i've ever seen you around here before. you new?"

"yeah actually, i just moved in a few blocks down."

knew it.

even though i wasn't to keen on making friends, i decided i would offer to show him around. though belleville is a small town, this was a perfect excuse to get to know him.

"oh, well welcome to the shitty town of belleville!"

i said in a grand voice, and he let out small giggle. he fucking giggled. shit that was adorable. dammit, okay, now is not the time for fangirling gerard. focus.

"if you would like, i could show you around?" i asked.

he gave me a smile and said "that would be great, thanks!"

i returned the smile and said "no problem. we could go now if you'd like?"

he frowned and said "i would love to, but i need to get back and finish unpacking my things"

i tried not to let my disappointment show. i understood that he needed to go home, but he was cute and i really wanted to spend the day with him.

"yeah that's fine, i understand."

he must have seen that i was slightly let down by this as he was quick to respond.

"but if your free tomorrow, i would love to meet up for coffee or something and then we can go around town from there?"

i immediately perked back up and gave a nod.

"that sounds perfect."

we exchanged numbers, and parted ways.

i couldn't get frank out of my head the whole way home. he was just so different. i was just hoping to hell he was gay.

i didn't get much sketching done at the park as i had hoped, but the good new is, i think i found my inspiration.

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A/N

and in comes frank. but yeah so heres a longer chapter, i'm not sure if i like it but whatevs. i just got back from getting my nose pierced so that's something? haha idk. i hope your enjoying this anyhow.

whole lotta love -B